Greasy Seasonings!
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To all who have visited my site (mispelt ’sight’), and even those who haven’t, may your seasons be unmentionably pleasant.
Happy Holidays
Gettin’ Down
You know that thing about Actors being a fraternity? How we’re all in it together and, although it’s very competitive, that it’s great when you’re in the company of your peers? Makes you feel all fuzzy inside, don’t it? Well, it’s a warm feeling alright. It comes from a feeling that we’ve chosen such a specialised field, and because the unemployment rate is so high, we appreciate the suffering of our fellows, and how lucky we are to be working. Yeah, it’s a wonderful thing.
I want to let you in on a less-known, hardly ever talked-about thing that also happens. Read more
That Moment
It is quite clear to me that acting is about doing what is required. We don’t have to think about who our character is – as David Mamet says, “there is no character. There are just lines on a page”. Why get all muddled and mixed up about stuff like emotional memory or sense memory? It’s just bulls#*t. When we let go and just do the stuff we’re required to do, it really is bloody easy.
I was in an improvised scene recently and a moment came, and it really proves the point exactly. Being impro, there was no script, just a scenario wherein I was to go with whatever came up.
Because I know what I’m doing, I was at ease with the situation and, feeling free and loose, it was no problem when something surprising came up. Read more
Lots Hap’nin’
This fortnight, I have the rare pleasure to report that I’ve been either booked for or have completed 10 Acting jobs and auditions. I think the world is catching on. I’m loving it.
